It’s been months since my last post and honestly a lot has changed in my personal life – unfortunately change isn’t always for the better.
So, the post I’ve been dreading.
On April 1st, I lost the first of my grandparents. Rodney Dodds, aged 78, passed away at Lincoln hospital after an admirable fight against numerous illnesses and medical pitfalls. There are the facts, but it’s hard to express what loss on this scale feels like. Almost like losing limb, I catch myself forgetting he’s gone. I grasp around emotionally, reaching for the phantom limb that was my Grandad.
He was so many things to so many people that I couldn’t begin to explain without doing him a disservice. I’m learning what it means to grieve this great man. No one will miss him more than us – his family. His funeral will be a couple of days before what should have been his 79th birthday and it’s going to suck. There’s no way to sugarcoat how much seeing your family unit in pain, and publicly acknowledging that he’s not coming back to us, is going to hurt.
In his memory, I have created a memorial fund page where you can donate to Parkinson’s UK. http://rodney-dodds.muchloved.com/
Rest in Peace. x